Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.